Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Asa,
in the opening of this tale and standing at the bottom of my ladder at this
opening, is spoken to by I; a ‘called out’, as a thief; a ‘he stealing
antiques’... from the estate I was then ‘cleaning out’.It is a familiar calling out on my part
and Asa... responds in a familiar way to that calling out.At the opening of this tale, this
‘Asa’; this man... knows that I know ‘this’; that he steals antiques.He knows I know.And:He knows I ‘knew this before’... although we have never...
ever... directly spoken of this together..., to each other or... about each
other.This is ‘even though’ we
have long spoken to each other; ‘exchanged pleasantries’... within antiquarian
commercial venues... for ‘over forty years and:

Yes
I can say at the ladder top that I have not ever spoken ‘about’ Asa as a thief
of antiques with... well... ‘others’.

THAT
is because it was so well understood ‘in the trade’ that Asa ‘stole’ that... no
one needed to ever discuss that.Whatever... Asa... ‘had’ “was stolen” and so, therefore, all ‘regular’,
‘normal’, ‘serious’ and ‘professional’ “DEALERS” of antiques... ‘avoided’
‘anything to do’ “with him (Asa)”.This simple status ‘had been going on for (over forty) years’.Asa did not know this?

Who
cares what he knows.Thinks.Feels:“GET AWAY FROM ME!” was the dealer decorum and “WATCH HIM”
was the ...second dealer decorum.How does this work... for forty-five years ‘in the (local antiques)
trade’?THAT IS HOW IT WORKS:“A thief” (of which there are many) IS
‘always around’.They don’t go
away.No one ‘takes them
away’.In fact, speaking
professionally, they ALWAYS are “THERE”; ‘show up’.Inclusive of their ‘shiftless’ ...whatever and everything...
of that perpetual ‘that moment’.“WATCH HIM”.

“He
turned his back on me.He got
me.He took the bowl of coins;
picked it up, turned his back.I
don’t know what he got.”That
wasn’t said about Asa.That was
said about a... well how about... ‘regular’ flea market prowler ...thief.This... reported declaration by a
‘robbed’ dealer... allows me to notice the need to discuss this; the common
place of antiquarian stealing and... carry that to Asa... so I can carry him to
the bottom of the ladder and then... his stealing from this estate to... his
barn full of plunder and... well... what happened.

That
is ...a... point of this tale:Asa.He is NOT the point of
this tale.I have already made a
number of points that are fully superior to ‘Asa’.BUT I must treat Asa for his role in the ‘clean out’ in this
estate is a ‘paramount’ of sorts AND:It does allow me to ‘treat’ (Expose?Explore?Draft?Dedicate?Distill?) ...No:I never could reach the rainbow’s end
of the stealing of antiques; the ‘this’ ‘in-the-trade’ ‘of’ ‘stealing
antiques’... as I must ...have to... ‘treat it’... daily... always.

What
I get from Asa; what I get from ‘having to deal with him here’... is an
opportunity to profile this sort of creature murmuring in the shadow as a daily
constant to antiquarian interest, study, art and... commerce.Asa... and his ilk... is/are... always...
‘commerce’.They come that way to
‘antiques’.Money... to...
that...; stuff... to... that is an... antique... so worth money... “I CAN GET”
that; money... by commerce of antiques (“selling the stuff I steal”).

Ok
so... that’s ...like... way away from me.I am... “It’s about the stuff”.The whole thing; antiquarian interest and commerce... is about the
stuff... and the ‘art’ applications to the stuff... in three dimensional space
(‘sculpture’) OR a composition of line, shape and color on a FLAT PLANE.Eye... see... art... is... “value” as
‘art I eye see’.Asa ain’t there
for any of that.Shuffling...
stammering... peeking... around he... in his pockets... of his deep pocketed
jacket ALWAYS ready like BARF BAG in front of one on a JETLINER... to hold
‘plunder’ HE (Asa)...is... ‘never’ ‘art’.

Ranging
from a peddling ‘want to buy a watch’ street corner standup style on to ‘looks
like stuff dumped out of a pillow case’ on to ‘in my car’ sales promotions to
‘parking lot’ meetings to ‘I ... from my grandmother’... source
descriptions.And other...:
(...Providence...)... it is a cesspool sea.But no ‘art’.

So
‘ever more’ they of this commerce seek to ‘find out’.Simply find out.What it is.They have.Sounds familiar?Yes... the modest homeowner showing off
her dead mother’s house contents to me so... very much just want to ‘know
that’; “FIND OUT”... too.Showing
‘me’ ‘everything’ with that being... mostly... things I don’t want to see...
so... “Please... stop... doing... that...:Your making an ass of yourself.“The painting... (you inherited for free from you dead aunt)
is... ‘no good’ (“awful”).

“What
do you mean saying THAT?”

“I
mean that the THEIVES at the flea market do a better job of stealing bad art...
and do a better job of SELLING IT ...too.”

“You’re
a bastard.”

“It’s
not about me.It’s about the art.”

So
Asa and his fellows are just managing the ‘alternative assets’[1]
they have... by stealing... ‘add to their portfolio’ and... are... commercially
right on top of that once they.... ah... ‘can’... ‘ah’... “FIND OUT”... what IT
is that they... stole...:AND THEN
SELL IT.”

So
I get to “SEE” a lot of “STUFF”?What do you (the reader) think?And... for the record... for the Asa group... “THEY” do not “LIKE” to
“SELL TO YOU (me)”... not that I am ever interested in acquiring their...
generally very bad ‘art’.(The
reason for that ‘no sell’ is because in their... fixations... they “CAN’T
TRUST” what I say... “EITHER” and that, I guess... DOES show a tad of depth on
their part?).BUT questing for a
“FIND OUT” I am “SHOWN”... usually without the foreplay of solicitation... a
“SEE” if they can “FIND OUT” “anything” (their word choice).That behavior makes Asa and his fellows
‘look like they do’.

How
are you (the reader) doing?Want
to do this for a living?You
know:Stand on a ladder up against
a tree and take down an old property sign while a thief stands at the BOTTOM of
that ladder and talks to you.

So Asa is always slithering around
everywhere for forty-five years and doing that... always... there.And his ilk... there... too.That means ‘right behind Asa:“NEXTED!”.“OH YOU FOUND A...” “PIECE” of “ART”.

Rarely
happens.There is no three
dimensional special consideration of an object ever.And no ‘museum visit’.There is, at best, a sort of step-in-something-soft identification of a
‘I FIND OUT’...sort of.No design
heritage.Design history.No positive and negative spaces...:Just ‘How much?”.

“Get
away from me.”

“No
really:How much is it worth?”

“No
money”.

“No
money?”

“It’s
a piece of shit”.

“No.I seen ‘em.LeRoy has one for TWENTY.”

“So
sell it to him.”

“He
only give me TEN”.

“So
take it.”

“He’s
not here yet.He said that
YESTERDAY”

“And
you didn’t take it?”

“WELL.”

“So
now you suck shit.”

“HE
GONNA COME AT NOON”.

As
anyone can see... Asa and his ilk... are... precious... jewels... scattered on
the ground... before me.

SO
FOR FORTY-FIVE years Asa has been “ALWAYS” ‘coming around’ with a ‘something’
to, ah... show and tell.MOST of
the time... in fact a very, very most of the time, I am ‘not included’; that
is... ‘not asked’ due to my... established and understood by Asa (and et al)
‘poor attitude’ to their current ‘quest’.NOT TOO HARD TO FIGURE OUT IS IT.And that means that when I am finally a ‘deal with him’ (Asa) I am ‘well
backgrounded of him’ (Asa) ‘before I start’ (to clean out this estate).

“THIS
ESTATE” is... and this long known to me... RIGHT UP THE STREET from Asa who...
lives in a rather run down 1840’s “OLD FARM” he, “SOMEHOW” inherited... .It is well known that the “BARN” on
that property is “FULL” of “THE STUFF” Asa “HAS”.

I
know this.Everyone knows this;
Asa steals and never sells.“IT’S
ALL IN HIS BARN”.Asa, I know, has
plenty of money.A silver spoon in
his mouth.A never needed to work
a day in his life.That ‘s known
too.Sort of.I mean... some know it.I reported it earlier; ‘cut from the
same cloth’ (Part Nine toward the end) (as the ‘Her’ of the estate I’m
‘cleaning out’ that Asa ‘stole from’ for decades).

“So
what’s that about?”

“Oh
don’t worry.He (Asa) can be a
real pain in the ass.”

Why
can that be true.Because Asa
isn’t just any ordinary antiquarian thief.His circumstance... and his hoarding ‘set him apart’.I ah... have to consider him, in the
context of this particular estate... to be a... some sort of... ‘alternative
asset (?)” OF this estate that I have to ‘manage’?

[2]:That is what the financial community
qualifies ‘antiques’ as; ‘alternative assets’ as in a ‘funds allocation’;one has an ‘alternative assets
portfolio with allocated funds and ‘investment’ ‘managements’ (note plural).

Saturday, November 22, 2014

The
puzzle on table number three.Instead of offering to art-wise and commercially explain a... 19th
century cast steel and painted ‘sculpture’ of a young girl ‘at quoits’ (ring
toss) on her, she slipper footed, lawn, (probably French but possibly
Austrian...):Instead of that I
will also not ...art-wise and commercially explain... the old English Victorian
cottage figurine of the fox hunter, the fox, his dogs and his horse... with
their vibrant polychrome color and ‘characteristic’ worn gilt gold
highlights... once ‘tied by a ribbon’ and ‘hung on a wall”?“OH that’s just old (fireplace) mantel
TRASH”... here found in a rural Maine farm THREE THOUSAND MILES from where it
was ‘made’.

Why
not be fair to all of the antiquarian imports to the ‘this estate clean out’
that have been found by I and pitched on ‘table three’.I like the possibilities of the little
painting best for it is... ‘of that ilk’ yet “AMERICAN” (New England).Too.

It;
the little old painting in its ...original gilt gold frame ‘as framed by the
artist’ and ...sold so... at the... local... gallery ‘downtown’.Gallery downtown?

Why
of course for this little bitch (sight size four by six inches) of an ‘oil
painting’, ‘artist signed’, has a ‘gallery label’ ‘intact’ and a... ‘still
there’ too... on the original gallery framed dust paper on its back...
too.“SEE?”:it says “Walter Heywood... Providence,
Rhode Island”.That is just where
the artist ‘lived’, ‘painted’ and, well, TRIED to ‘sell these’ (paintings he
painted that ...look just like this one).

He
was a busy man though; this artist; Walter Whitaker, a ‘the dean of Providence
painters’.How does one get to be
that?Well Walter did by becoming
‘the first instructor of oil painting at the Rhode Island School of
Design’.What a bad boy he was.

And
he painted ‘these’; this little tiny signed framed-in-gilt-gold... Victorian
re-do of seventh century type Dutch ...still life... to be... including the
frame and the gallery label... ‘hung’ (displayed for sale)... so a ‘walk in the
door’ “women mostly” of ‘obvious fine taste’ “MAY I BUY THAT ONE.TODAY.PLEASE”.And
she did.

She
took Walter’s work home and... leaving it in the brown paper it was carefully
wrapped in at the gallery... took it with her

On
the train

To
Maine.

“I
just thought that Estonia should SEE a pretty picture when she

Wakes
up in the morning”.

That’s
how it ‘got there’; into the little room in the attic chamber of an old, old,
very old... old farm... in

Maine.

I
am the one taking it ‘out of there’.NOT YOU or anyone else.EVER.Just me... stealing
it.And I know exactly what it is
too.It is an American
...Victorian... painting.Is it
American art?I know that too; the
answer.Why don’t you try... to
answer.Too.

“Typical
of his work” isn’t it.

Does
that mean that ...to me... the BEST thing about this painting is that it was
‘in there (the old Maine farm) and ‘up there’ (in the chamber room) and that it
was I who ‘found it’ and

Put
it

On
‘puzzle table three’.

There
is nothing wrong with the painting... and its package (frame, dust paper,
gallery label, et al).In fact it
is in PERFECT CONDITION... because... no one, including Estonia, ever cared
about it ‘being there’ at all.I
am, I am confident, the ‘first person’ to ‘do that’; ‘care’.Your number two.IF you do care.

That
means the ‘other stuff’ ‘like that’ I found ‘in there’ too?Yes.That’s where that stuff came from:on a train... to Maine.“Cultural enrichment” endeavors by well meaning and well
healed “FAMILY”.It worked
too:All of the boys went to
Bowdoin.Then were killed in a
war.No one... in the old, old
Maine farm... ‘collected’ “ART”.They just ...had some around.

For
me.

To
find.

And
steal.

The puzzle on table number
two.Is too... about art.But here, by my divination upon
discerning the ‘old stuff’ ‘in there’... it is about ‘American (New England)
Art’.I:

Eye

And
was pleased and relieved... to ‘find’ ‘that’ ‘in there’.I put that stuff on table two and

Stole
it

Too.

Now
I know the glance-of-eye that separates that on table two from that on table
three.I know that it is NOT I and
my EYE that has divided the discernment so I and my eye ‘don’t have to worry
about that’ for finer eye than I have, have very long, ‘done that’.And I will speak to that ...with the
thief; I will specifically discourse with him ‘about art’ when I return us
(Part Two at the end) to I speaking with the thief when we are alone together
in the old house... and together with that (the able two and table three
stuff)... too.

BUT:I touch for support... now...of that-coming-later, a notice of the
helpful NEED to ‘work with’ ‘design’ ...as I go along... doing this (clean out
old Maine estates).SO I just
mentioned above ‘The Rhodes Island School of Design’.What does that mean?It means ‘art school’.

And
‘school’ means ‘studying design’?

Do
I care

If
you care?

No.

I...
at table two brushed off (the attic dust off) two... old... paint...
brushes.“YES; PRETTY”.Actually not.Visually they are a bit of a ponder for they are ...design
forms... not encountered (‘old paint brushes’) so the first view may perplex.The two I found; a ‘household set’ of a
‘big one and a little bit smaller one’ ‘identically made’ ‘hand made’ by a
‘once’ a ‘brush maker’.A crafts
person who made paint brushes and...:Could one make a living in 19th century rural Maine making
‘paint’ ‘brushes’?Or were they
made in England and... ‘brought over’?It was cost effective to do ‘that’ (import paint brushes)?

Ok
so these brushes... once the “I OLD STUFF” puts the breaks on and... LOOKS AT
THEM ‘design form’ denoting the horse hair, the strips of iron wrap, supporting
stammer of rivets holding the hair, the handmade carved wood (oak) handles
the... it took more than thirty minutes to make ‘one’ didn’t it... one’s eye
searching ‘design’ quickly denotes.Making a... making that... that will be used in the... making of a
‘something else’... (“HOW DID THEY PAINT the pumpkin pine farm house walls OLD
RED?”) is here noted by eye to have been ‘white paint’, that is, WHITE WASH,
‘brushes for’.These are old
handmade whitewash paint brushes.“Oh... huh... cleaned ‘em good too.”Yes; the two brushes are remarkably well preserved too...
after being ‘well cared for’ by ‘the user’.I ...love this kind of design... “IT’S ALMOST LIKE IT’S
ART”.Could it possibly be that
old New England handmade paint brushes for painting whitewash on old New
England homes... fences... butteries could be... of a true... art... SHOULD one
ever... inspect ‘their design’.

That’s
what puzzle table two is all about; what’s ‘going on there’; the American (New
England) Art.

I’m
stealing it.

Puzzle
table number one?I covered that
in Part Nine

With
the leeks

Carrots

And
beets:

She
didn’t care... Her puzzle table tells me... about the ‘old stuff’ in the
estate.She lived ‘otherwise’ and
was ‘well settled of things’.

It
(the ‘stuff’) was there

She
didn’t care.

Nor
did she ‘do anything about it (the stuff) ever.Never, ever “did”.

I
am the one who “did”.

Steal
it

I
was the first person to do that?

She
knew that?

I,
then, went down and retrieved the Coon Hill sign... Her spirit ‘told me to’.

I
knew the thief would be there; at the bottom of the ladder... looking up at me?

Of
course.He couldn’t stand it; to
be out done by a better thief than he.

One
last for puzzle table one?An
antidote (cure)?Or a ‘piece of
the stuff’?

Beth...
sold her honey... and her herbal teas... at the local (“farmer’s”) market. In a field.In the ‘summer’.Across from her Terry (Terence) Halifax sold... his small tree stump
‘wood carvings’ of little bears and other animals (mostly bears) he ‘carved’
with his small chainsaw.Big,
beefy, flapping shirt tails and, aside for his size, otherwise not much to look
at... he did “always” show up, show up on time, show up clean and... was very
patient with the tourist who... did actually buy many of his little chainsaw
carved ...little bear carvings.Beth sold her honey and teas ‘across’ from him and

ONE
DAY said to Her when she had purchased a small jar of honey that she (Beth)
wondered ...out loud... ‘what she could do to EVER catch his eye’.‘She’ (of this tale), holding her
little jar of honey, looked ‘across’ too and, peacefully pausing in her view
for a minute, then turned back to Beth and said “Perhaps... if you put some
honey mustard and strips of bacon in you hair that will do it”.They both laughed.

BUT
the NEXT WEEKEND Beth came DOWN the booths of the ‘across the field from her’
carrying a tin tray with two pounds of‘still hot’ cooked bacon and, as she came upon Terry’s booth and started
to veer across the field to her booth from Terry’s booth she... flaunting
her... baited trap... DID ‘catch his eye’ and HE (Terry) said “Whoa girly where
you going with THAT?”.

She,
a little flustered at the prompt success of her trap, says “I have a jar of my
honey, some of ROGER’S mustard, a loaf of ***** Bakery’s BREAD and WITH THIS
BACON FROM Bob’s he just cooked for me I MAKING SANDWICHES would you LIKE ONE?”

“Well
I do think I WOULD.” said Terry.

And
now... over fifteen years later, married with two growing children, Beth and
Terry still are always... happily together... set up at the (farmer’s)
market.Beth has been ‘long been
told’ by ‘Her’ that she (Beth) ‘still owed her’ for ‘the witchcraft’.This stood to the day of ‘Her death’
and... continues to this day.“I
still owe Her” she says.

Now
how am I going to steal that: “Put honey mustard and strips of bacon in your
hair that will do it”?

I
put it on puzzle table one.

And
then stole it.I just showed it to
you.Want to buy it?Could be one of the best things I found
in this ‘estate clean out’.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

If...
a man stealing is a second issue... for me... in an old New England estate
clean-out...:AND IF I set up the
first issue of the clean out of the estate to be my mental fabrication of three
card tables of puzzle pieces of‘stuff I found’ that... I qualified at my beginning of amplification
upon those ‘puzzle pieces set up’ with...:

“In this estate I had two
issues.The first seems trivial to
the pilfering approach of an estate while the second was the stealing raised at
the opening of this tale.” (Part Eight).

One
could, by oversight, just read by that utterance.Probably shouldn’t.I didn’t.

The
first issue; the puzzle pieces tables... have something to say about pilfering
(stealing) from this estate?They
raise the quandary of pilfering (stealing)... and expand the traditional notion
of estate pilfering (estate stealing).

The...
three puzzle tables, in reverse order were (1) a discernable group of better
quality true antiques that were brought into the estate by... well-to-do
family... ‘from away’(Were these
antiques, themselves, pilfered?).(2) A handful of splendid Northern New England made antiques that are
classic... old Maine farm... ‘attic treasure’... antiques.(3) the curious need to set up a first
table to put puzzle piece about the old dead woman herself.A... portrait... of... her... self; the
‘her’ whole ‘lived there’ self... portrait that she, herself, painted (so to
speak) with her actually very scanty ‘stuff’ (puzzle pieces)...; she painted...
for me?No:For ‘us’.That includes pilfering, stealing and the... those who
did/do that.

It
is this first table I look at to fit puzzle pieces to, well... superficially...
‘explain’ the other two tables... but discover quickly that I, in doing the
puzzle on this table... recalibrate... the other tables... the contents of the
estate, the ‘stuff’ of that contents and... the pilfering of all... that...
stuff.

SHE...
being dead... left me with my flashlight and the spaces to shine it in so I
noticed before that there was ‘cellar’ (not ‘basement’) (Part Eight) and... I’d
locked ‘the buildings’ so that, closed and dark, they too required ‘my
flashlight’.

At
the top of the cellar stairs there was, on the fireplace / chimney shelf...
squash, empty clean canning jars and a pair of brass candlesticks with ‘new’
candles in them (‘in case the power goes out’... as if she cared).Below on that side of the ...cellar
stairs... was a harness of brussel sprouts set upon a brown paper shopping bag
of ‘potatoes’.Both were her last
(?) farmer’s market purchases?On
the opposite side was a single sweet potato and a ‘store bought’ bag of
‘Vandalia’ onions.Warning shots
across my bow... these were and I... DID NOTICE THAT ... in addition to...
TAKING THEM.“Pilfer?” you say.

I
bought the estate.“Brown Clean”
titles the end product of the ‘estate clean out’.I took.“THEY”
“ARE MINE”.If I had not put them
as ...puzzle pieces... on my ‘Her’ table... I ...would have felt that I DID
steal them; pilfer.

Down
the cellar stairs to its bottom and there I find:

TWO
washtubs of leeks

A
single tub of carrots

TWO
bushel baskets one third full of beets

FIVE
cabbages in a row.

TWO
bushel baskets one third full of onions.

The
cellar (exterior bulkhead) door.

“OVER
THERE”

With
it barred with a

“Door
Bar” (inclusive of those words written on it... in old black paint)

We
took that ‘stuff’ too.

“Didn’t
she eat an AWFUL LOT of BEETS!”

There
were, actually, still ‘some leeks’ in the garden.“THE DEER HAVE EATEN ALL THE CHARD.”WE:The ‘row’ of brussel sprouts... was harvested... leaving the
sprouts ‘on the harness’.“LOOKS
LIKE WE ARE GOING TO A FARMER’S MARKET!”

So
in the barn there’s her old... hardly ever worn... ever... “Woolrich” “hunting
coat” ‘hanging’ up...:“She didn’t
wear it”.ON the table that PUZZLE
PIECE is ‘out of character’; she only ‘had’ what she actually used (one third
bushels of beets).“SOMEONE GIVE
THAT TO HER... and she KEPT THAT... ‘cause of that; they give it.”Could that be a GIFT from a THEIF?

Now...
her bushel basket ...hoard... back past the coat in the dark barn... “She kept
too many of those.MICE living in
‘em SEE there’s one NEST in the BOTTOM OF THAT ONE.”The rest of the stuff there too... that birdseed bag:“PRICY” that stuff is she USED THE
BEST”.“Huh.”

“We’ll
get that CLEAN OUT right along.TOO DARK for pilfering huh;’ NEEDED a light IN THERE.”

“They
don’t STEAL them BASKETS.”

“Well
you CAN SELL ‘EM right now.(late
‘mid fall’).A LITTLE scramble
RIGHT NOW for ‘em”.

“YEAH
BUT not a STEALING scramble.”

“Yeah
right.”

“THAT’S
her TOOLS....Two pitchforks huh.”

“One’s
bigger that the other.I use them
SMALL ones all the time MYSELF.”

“Put
it on the table”.

“THE
TOOLS?”

“Oh
I’m sorry.Put ‘em in your
truck.I was just thinking out
loud”.

“Am
I stealing her tools?” ...I said to myself.

“IS
YOUR WIFE GONNA USE ALL THE LEEKS.I’d like a HANDFUL for MY WIFE.”

“Take
the ones in the wheelbarrow.Take
that too.”

“She’s
got a few more (wheelbarrows) inside the shed.”

“We’ll
get ‘em”.

I
put the single sweet potato from the cellar stairs up on the dash of my
truck.I didn’t want to loose it.

“SHE
LIVED... as CLOSE to the GROUND as anyone I ever know.AND I SKIN THINGS IN MY BACKYARD.I don’t think I EVER seen her wearing
SHOES in the SUMMER.THEY SAY SO
but I never ever seen her SPIT.SHE was a LADY.NOW YOU
KNOW she had all the money SHE EVER NEEDED and I SEE that she didn’t ever NEED
MUCH OF THAT.But she was FINE;
her... being a LADY.But you know
that.

“She
look you... you know.Up and
down.ONCE SHE KNEW I WASN’T A
HALF WIT we were JUST FINE.ASA
(Part One)... him STEAL’EN her.Little mousey RAT HIM around HER what she DOING keeping HIM AROUND.WELL THEN I FIND OUT that of course
HE’S CUT from that SAME CLOTH.Somewhere back there HE IS THAT.ONCE.But SHE:She was ALWAYS a LADY.”

Is
that another card table I need to set up?NO.It’s the second
issue.I already said that.

“SHE
HAD... her chickens.So then MR.
FOX would get her chickens.SO she
say to me.I can get Mr. Fox I
say.NO she says; I like him
too.So she run out of
chickens.Fine ok she says she
don’t eat many EGGS anyway.So she
BUY a few eggs at the (farmer’s) market.You know; just TWO.EGGS.And she buys
everything else TOO.Her little
pocket book; her little CHANGE purse.YOU KNOW:SNAP.Everyone LOVED HER.Didn’t NEED MUCH.Never.I always said SHE knew more about FARMING than a
FARMER.They took her TREE.ONE TIME.The town said it had to go.Big (white) PINE by the road.Down at the END of her (Coon Hill) ROAD.They took it.SOLD IT.They
didn’t treat her right.STEALED IT
they did.That wasn’t right; a
lady like that.YOU CAN STILL SEE
the stump.You do that to me your
friggen DEAD I told one of ‘em.Then he claimed she CHEWS and SPITS.IMAGINE if she HEAR THAT.Might hear it NOW she’s DEAD.She was that way YOU KNOW:Magic.I always loved her.”

About Me

This blog is about northern New England antiques and rare books. It is stories, vignettes and profiles of objects and stories of buying and selling these things. Most of the featured items, the settings and the stories are about traditional and classic New England antiques and rare books from before the Civil War.